Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.